Woke up alright, slight chubby, can’t remember the last time I woke without a hard on. No chance of chocking it, gotta get up and have something for this banging beat, this fucking hangover is tha full cunt. Good night, knocked em back no trouble, nice muff out and about, to do with the games being in town, gotta love this city, Melbourne ‘the place to be’ place to be alright got everything a twenty eight year old like myself needs, good pubs, good grub and all the multicultural skirt too quench ya thirst.
Where the fuck does she keep the drugs, got everything but. How much crap does a women need, looked in four different cupboards and there all packed full of shit I didn’t even know existed, what the fuck is lemon lime and bitters exfoliating anti wrinkle facial scrub, long island ice tea mud pack, who the fuck comes up with this shit. Panadol, bingo!, last two, fuck her, I was up first.
Where’s this chicks kitchen, gotta get this taste out of my mouth, like I’ve brushed my teeth with a dunny brush and rinsed it out with fish oil. Nice place she’s got, one of them modern apartments, polished floorboards, decent sized open living area full of all that furniture you can only buy at those trendy posh places, the ones that say “you’re not only buying a couch but a piece of art” what a load of shit, and oh yeah a big fuck off plasma TV, love ta watch porn on that beast.
This chick must do alright for herself. What’s this tart got in her fridge for your’s truly. Yogurt, fruit, vegetables come on where’s the good stuff. I want meat, grease, oil, a fucking sausage dipped in batter cooked in stinking hot lard wrapped in bacon and covered in full fat butter…yeah..fuck yeah.…..Fucking yogurt, where was this shit last night, would have tasted half good smothered all over that cunt of hers.
She was good though, gave it a good going and all that “choke me…choke me when I cum” fuck yeah that shit was awesome, made me squirt half way across the room, a nice wad landed on a picture of her husband, bullseye motherfucker, right between the eyes. Remember to clean that up sweetheart daddy’s not gunna be a happy boy.
Fuck this for a joke I’d rather go hungry than eat any of this crap. Need a shower, get clean but before I do that I’m gunna get some more of that sweet pussy, dirty, nice and dirty then get clean. Man who would let their wife paint their bedroom pink. Fucking pussy, know wonder your wife is gagging for a real man to cut off her oxygen supply……………………
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I JUST WISH TO CATEGORICALLY IMPLY THAT THIS WAS MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
you've been blogging for how long?
a pair of tits and being a snatch-licker helps immeasurably in blogland for your comment status.
trust me.
Kitty-I discovered blogland on Wednesday as I have never been a big web user which means I use to only express myself in real life and it sure does not go down too well with the average person. Finding blogland I can tell this is going to be the start of a beautiful relationship where I can say whatever I want and piss whoever I want off and still sit here the comfort of my office and laugh, cry, wack off and snigger my way through life. And it looks like I will meet a few like minded people along the way.
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